Chopped

A few weeks ago, when we were in Chicago, I got the urge to chop off all my hair. I blame it on the ridiculous humidity and heat, and the fact that Frank's cousin had a really good haircut. I started dreaming of short, sleek, angled haircuts.

So as soon as we got home, i made an appointment to get my hairs cut and dyed. But of course I chickened out at the last minute and didn't go for the short cut that I was inspired by. Instead, I got something in between, awkward-length and  .  . . meh. I couldn't commit. 

It was also WAY too dark at the beginning and I looked a little emo for a while. Now it's dulled down a little, some of my natural highlights have poked through, and i'm looking a little less goth. Here are some gratuitous selfies.

Also, I bought some product while I was at the salon, because I'm a sucker for that. I'm not sure if Regis salons are all over the country or not, but they have fake Moroccan oil. Moroccan oil is AMAZING and I've stolen a drop or two from my sister before. But it's like $40 for a tiny bottle. Regis makes a very similar argan oil product called "Fiji Therapy", and it's much cheaper. My hairdresser admitted that its not quite as concentrated as Moroccan oil, but that unless you have really thick and frizzy hair, you won't notice the difference. And I didn't notice the difference. 

Ill try to blog about something more exciting next time!